Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.